It was only in the third year after I became a disciple that I discovered that my master, Zhang Shouyi, was a fake Taoist priest who knew nothing.
In order to seek the great road, I had no choice but to find another way out, even if I embarked on a path of evil cultivation paved with blood and bones, I would not hesitate to do so.
Until that day, heaven will punish you and the gods will come. I was seriously injured and fought my way back to the mountain, just to get that timid old man to escape for his life.
But he just sighed, carried the three-year-old broom, complained that I had caused trouble, and then walked down the mountain alone.
That night, I realized that there were no mortals in Master's Taoist temple.
